Liberty wouldn’t call herself fat. Some would, but not her, and hers was the only opinion that mattered. But there was no getting around the fact that she wasn’t exactly thin, either. She had 170-something pounds of full-figured woman to drop on Karen’s stomach, and while she couldn’t exactly relate to the experience, she was willing to bet that it hurt.

Judging from the way Karen’s arms and legs flopped around and the rush of air that blew over her face, it was a safe bet. Lucky for Liberty, she was in a perfect position to capitalize.

”Do me a favor, okay?” She leaned down and pushed on Karen’s expansive chest - maybe coping a feel in the process - to pin her shoulders to the mat. [color:849f=993300]”Stay down for about three seconds.”

Liberty could of being a Kawaii for all Karen cared. Any amount of weight coming down at that speed, aimed square at her stomach, would of knocked some breath out of her. The fact that it was a full buxom woman, only made it that much more brutal. Her limbs would rest a while, before she realised she was being counted for the loss.

She wasn't so much done altogether per-say, and still had a bit of fight in her, but she used the full extent of the count to take a breather, even with that hefty weight just sat on her. Raising her shoulder as the ref brought hers from the "2!" cry, Karen would try and jostle, like a pinned wolverine, trying to knock her sitting opponent off her.

"Get...the fuck...off me!" she'd roar, holding her crushed stomach. If she could dismantle Liberty without hassle, she'd turn onto her front, before reaching for the ropes, trying to pull herself standing.

Maybe it was a little naive to think she could wrap a heavyweight like Karen up so soon after what amounted to just sitting on her really hard, but in Liberty’s defense, it seemed like the energy had really been knocked out of her. She’d almost had that three count. Sooooooo close. When Karen broken the pin and sent her rolling away, she had to admit, she was a little ticked.

Fortunately, there was a simple way to ease her temper: Wanton destruction. She chewed her lip and looked behind her as she started to get back up, seeing something that would do the trick. Judging from the audience’s reaction, they had the same thing in mind.

Karen had already pulled herself ever so slightly off the mat, when that boot pushed her back down. "Fucking.." she cut herself off, as she pulled herself up again, literally climbing the ropes until the tall blonde was up. She'd turn, her back on the ropes, as one hand held her up, the other rubbed the red mark where the hefty butt drop had left, the blonde failing to even realise her opponent was setting up a worse situation for her.

One leg down, two legs down, a little pulling to get it into the right place in front of the turnbuckle, and everything was set. Liberty had the table up and ready to go, much to the crowd’s delight. Now she just needed someone to put through the damn thing, and she’d be all set.

”Come on, let me help you up.” Liberty turned her attention to Karen and reached over her way, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her to stand with a hard yank. The former champion dragged her a couple of steps over to the corner, ducked down and lifted her by the waist, then set her down on top of the turnbuckle. She jumped up and gave her full-bodied opponent a quick elbow in the face - a little something to keep her manageable until Liberty finished her off. Which she intended to do very soon...

Karens eyes finally turned and spotted the set up table, but her vision was quickly blocked out, by that huge hand coming to grab her hair. She let out a sharp yelp as she was pulled, spotting out the corner of her eye the ref-girl about to warn for hair pulling, before she herself remembered there were no rules to break in this match. Both hands shot up at the grip, weak tired hands that made 0 progress in unclenching the hand.

She soon found her way into the corner, Liberty ducking and hoisting her up far too quickly for the big blonde to even try to counter. She'd prepare to throw a fast right as she readied for Liberty to straighten out, but soon discovered her foe had different ideas as she rose with that elbow, briefly knocking Karen back and straight as her head spun, sat on the turnbuckle.

The blow connected and knocked Karen for a loop, paving the way for LIberty to give this match the explosive finish it deserved.

Opponent, properly stunned? Check.

Table at optimal distance? Check.

Crowd going totally ape-shit? Check.

Everything was in perfect order. Liberty threw up her fist one last time, then hopped up to the middle turnbuckle, standing right in front of her dizzied opponent. She brought the blond’s head up her shoulder, drapped the arm over her shoulder, then started to lift her up and fall back, looking to drive her straight through the table with the vertical suplex to end all vertical suplexes.

Karen's head seemed to go for miles, as she lumbered around on the top rope, thankful that the elbow didn't send her reeling over the ropes to the hard cold mat outside. She expected her foe to soon follow-Liberty was far too hefty for a super-hurricanrana or similiar. No, Liberty was going to try and throw Karen, as if the huge blonde were a bag of flour.

Not quite regaining enough to put some power into counter elbows as her foe started to position her for a suplex, Karen knew she had but one option, a extremely risky one at that, given her size. As Liberty began to hoist her off the top turnbuckle and fall back, Karen would try to awkwardly wobble and jostle her huge body, so that Liberty couldn't quite pull the huge woman up and over her head.

If this succeeded, the superplex would instead turn into an amazon sized crossbody, as the massive Karen looked to crush Liberty through the table she just set up!

Liberty lifted Karen up, started to fall back, the cameras flashed all across the arena. This was a big moment - you generally didn’t see people going through tables in the AFW, after all. Kind of a big deal. Everyone was so obsessed with their lame-ass hentai matches that they didn’t have time for real hardcore wrestling, but here, she could show them what it was all about. It was going to be a glorious, awesome moment.

But then everything went to shit.

[color:09a3=993300]”Fuckshitfuckfuck-” Halfway through the move, Karen started to squirm like crazy, taking Liberty off guard and ruining the flight plan. Oh, they were still going down. Gravity would not be denied. The only problem was that, now, Liberty was going down first, and Karen was going to be on top. So, yeah. That would suck. And all Liberty could do was watch and shriek on the way down.

There was an earth-shaking crash as the table gave way, immediately breaking in two right down the middle, no match for the combined weight of the two busty, battling beauties. The crowd loved it, jumping up and down like they’d just gotten their money’s worth for the day. Liberty, on the other hand, was enjoying it far less. She was still conscious, but in a lot of pain, laying underneath Karen’s imposing frame. For now, all she could do was groan and twitch, neither of which would be particularly useful if her opponent was still in fighting shape...

Karen closed her eyes, as her massive figure turned in air, Libertys own chest pressing against her side and hip. She was lucky to not bite her tongue in two, as she hit the mat hard-her chest and front might of being given a pillow in the form of Liberty, but Karens own head had a major part in smashing into the table as it gave way. She lumbered for a while, thankful it seemed, that the move did as much, if not more to her opponent, Liberty yet to push her off. She began to roll off her downed foe, before opting to roll back, laying almost like a ragdoll as she went for a pin, both her and her foe yet to move in any significant way.